"Xiao F—"
"Silence!" Tianluo snapped, rising abruptly. "You dare insult me!"
All his life, his father had spoken of Xiao Fang as if the two of them were destined for greatness. But who was Xiao Fang? A cripple. A joke. A pathetic cultivator who got disowned by his own father. The thought of being compared to a useless person like Xiao Fang infuriated him.
"You met Xiao Fang?" The Patriarch replied as he leaned forward with interest.
"I won't listen to this," Tianluo said, vanishing in a blur as the doors slammed shut behind him.
Chenli stood there stunned not just by his reaction, but how fast he moved. She herself had always been fast, but even now as a Divine Realm cultivator, she didn't think she could move as fast as that.
"Tell me, child. Did you really meet Xiao Fang?" he asked. "Is he strong?"
"Yes," Chenli replied. "Very."
"Does he know we captured his mother?"
"I don't know."
"And what impression did he give you?"
